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Dinah Maria Mulock - "Will Sail Tomorrow."
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THE good ship lies in the crowded dock, 
Fair as a statue, firm as a rock: 
Her tall masts piercing the still blue air, 
Her funnel glittering white and bare, 
Whence the long soft line of vapory smoke 
Betwixt sky and sea like a vision broke, 
Or slowly o`er the horizon curled 
Like a lost hope fled to the other world: 
She sails to-morrow,-- 
Sails to-morrow. 

Out steps the captain, busy and grave, 
With his sailor`s footfall, quick and brave, 
His hundred thoughts and his thousand cares, 
And his steady eye that all things dares: 
Though a little smile o`er the kind face dawns 
On the loving brute that leaps and fawns, 
And a little shadow comes and goes, 
As if heart and fancy fled--where, who knows: 
He sails to-morrow: 
Sails to-morrow. 

To-morrow the serried line of ships 
Will quick close after her as she slips 
Into the unknown deep once more: 
To-morrow, to-morrow, some on shore 
With straining eyes shall desperate yearn-- 
"This is not parting? return--return!" 
Peace, wild-wrung hands! hush, sobbing breath! 
Love keepeth its own through life and death; 
Though she sails to-morrow-- 
Sails to-morrow. 

Sail, stately ship; down Southampton water 
Gliding fair as old Nereus` daughter: 
Christian ship that for burthen bears 
Christians, speeded by Christian prayers; 
All kinds of angels follow her track! 
Pitiful God, bring the good ship back! 
All the souls in her forever keep 
Thine, living or dying, awake or asleep: 
Then sail to-morrow! 
Ship, sail to-morrow!
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